How did he win...? (PM me if interested)

[AnnieD]

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My character:

Name: Lucy Smith
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Cup size: 38DDD

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Hi, my name is Lucy Smith. I'm an eighteen year old undergrad here at Florida State University (the Miami campus, if you want to be real specific about this kind of stuff). I'm a studious kind of gal, even though Miami is a bit of a party city. Don't worry, I don't go too crazy around here - I'm smarter than that and stay away from all the alcohol and drugs and whatnot. In fact, my main priority is getting out of this state and going into some Ivy League medical school...with a scholarship. Don't get me wrong, I had the grades to get into one - I just didn't have the money for it. So, I'm here living with my roommate at a crappy two bedroom apartment, saving as much money as I can for when I graduate in about three years from now.

Between classes, making videos on YouTube and part-time work, I find myself at the gym. I was doing my usual thing; doing squats and cardio work by my isolated corner. Hell, I even took a few selfies here and there...ironically of course, to make fun of the self-absorbed women do did that. I didn't crave any attention, mind you.

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Anyway, as I was saying...I was minding my own business, doing some sit ups on one of those yoga ball things, when a familiar voice said:

"Hey there juicy Lucy."

I turned my head to see my landlord, Steve Walker. He was this tallish (he stood at about maybe 5'10"?), older man who was well into his fifties. He was dressed in a simple dark shirt and jogging pants, though he wasn't sweaty in the slightest. Honestly, I always saw him as some sort of pervert - who knows, maybe he was just 'chilling' here and trying to hit on younger girls.

"Oh, hi." I said, my words almost bitter from his derogatory comment. I quickly eyed him and wondered how he looked ten, or even twenty years ago. He always had this weird, cocky smirk on his face and I couldn't help but think that maybe he was some asshole jock in his glory days...and you know, maybe he didn't always have a bit of a beer belly.

"Just saw you and I wondered if you'd be interested coming to the party I'm holding for all the tenants." he said, his hand holding onto a nearby treadmill. "It's in three weeks, and I don't think you've heard."

"I heard." I said simply before wiping my face with the towel I neatly folded and placed to my side. "I just should study, you kn-"

"Your rent will be $50 less if you come come." I said, that smirk nearly becoming a grin.

Yeah, he knew my situation all right. I wonder if Amanda told him that we were a bit short on cash. Either way, I wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste.

He chuckled as I quickly said "Okay, okay I'll be there."

I got up and quickly adjusted my tight shorts that I kept around from a few years ago. Needless to say, it was pretty tight on my big bum. "Now if you don't mind...I gotta get home. Nice seeing you here, Mr. Walker." I said, before heading out of there and not looking back. I swear, I could practically feel his eyes fixated on my round ass.

OOC: Obviously, I need someone to play as Mr. Walker. If you're interested in playing a dominant male character, please send me a PM. Thanks and see you soon!

 

[adamzapple]

'Fifty bucks off… my ass,' Steve Walker thought as Lucy Smith turned and walked away.

His gaze just naturally zeroed in on her ass. Those shorts.. what did she wear under them anyway? Nothing, he thought. Just a smile.

It was kind of hard not to look at her ass, not to notice her flared hips, how they swayed, the way her ass wiggled, the way just a glimpse of her curvy ass-cheeks peeked out the bottom of those so small shorts.

Lucy wasn't too hideous from the front, either, as he ought to know; he'd been watching her almost every time she'd entered and left her apartment. Mentally undressing her. Visualising… well, visualising a lot of things.

College girls, he thought as he left the gym and went outside into the glaring sunlight; you gotta love 'em. They were everywhere you looked, flaunting their hot, tight asses, their pert and beautiful tits.

Like fashion models, perfect hair, toothpaste smiles. A soft breeze was blowing from the campus that day and he could almost smell pussy as he strolled down the street. It was in the air.

He put on his sunglasses. It wasn't far to the apartment complex that he supervised. The complex where juicy Miss Lucy shared a couple of rooms with a girlfriend.

Walker had sworn off college girls after the last one got pregnant and wanted him to do the honourable thing. He'd got himself out of that jam and like a lot of things he'd sworn off over the years his resolution hadn't lasted very long. Something like four weeks, all told.

It was the fresh meat that he loved, sweet and succulent college girl pussy. If she had a good pair of tits even better. He sensed Lucy Smith's hostility, pretty hard to miss it. Miss cool and aloof, you can look, but don't touch. He guessed she didn't think too highly of him, but that was okay. It just made the chase, made the game, more fun. More of a challenge.

He'd certainly been looking. In a little while he'd be touching, too.

As he waited to cross the street to where the apartment complex baked in the sun, he couldn't help but think once again of her ass in those tight shorts.

Fifty bucks off if you come? Yeah, right, he thought. There's 'come' and there's 'cum', Miss Smith. Same sounding words, different meanings entirely. Didn't they teach that girl anything at college?

 

[AnnieD]

The party was in a month. I had plenty of time to come up with $50 and an excuse to not go to whatever event he was having.

Anyway, that's what I told myself this as I took my shower, letting the warm water run down my skin. This was my favorite part of working out at the gym - it made me feel so relaxed and at ease. I washed my body before heading out, towel around my body before drying myself up and putting my clothes back on...

"Oh damn it." I thought to myself, as I opened my gym bag and realized that I left my regular clothes back home. Still, I didn't want to be naked so I dressed myself up in my gym clothes, yet again.

I glanced at my reflection and admired my own figure. I had a great body and I knew it - my body was fit from my regular exercise routine. My tits were big and were hugged by my red top (which matched my red hair) - though, not as tightly as my round ass was in these shorts. That was the funny thing, while I lost weight everywhere, my ass always seemed to be so large and firm.

I sighed in frustration while I fixed my shorts, trying to cover as much of my cheeks as possible, but figuring that while my under-cheeks were somewhat visible, that it was as good as it was going to get.

Placing my gym bag strap over my shoulders, I left the gym and headed towards my place. Thankfully, it wasn't too far off - soon, I'd be at my place and....and...and...

I checked my bag and sighed in frustration. I had forgotten my keys back at the cardio machine.

I was locked out of my own place.

I attempted to call my boyfriend and have him pick me up and head to his place, but it looked like the batteries were dead. This anger was piling up and I damn well nearly threw my phone at my window in frustration. "What's next?" I thought to myself before I spotted Mr. Walker across the street.

Well, this might be my ticket out of this mess.

I waved to my landlord and said "Hey um...Mr.Walker! Can I ask for a favor?"

 

[adamzapple]

Walker didn’t believe too much in wishes, or in dreams coming true. Wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which fills up first, was one of his favourite sayings. If you wanted something to happen you had to make it happen.

He’d just crossed the street, hands in pockets, towards the parking lot in front of the apartment complex. Hot day, too hot maybe, but it definitely brought out the young women flaunting themselves in their skimpy summer clothes.

He was still thinking about Lucy Smith, about making a play for her. A serious play. Something about that young woman had got under his skin. It wasn’t only her oh so fuckable body, either.

She was cute and sexy. He liked her eyes. There were certain emotions he’d like to see in those eyes. But it was something else, too. The veiled hostility he saw every time they spoke.

A girl like that wouldn’t usually give him the time of day. He knew the type. But under the right circumstances, almost anything could happen. Right? he asked himself. Damn right, he answered.

Under his skin? Into his fantasies was the truth of it. He could easily picture her in all kinds of interesting situations. Arousing situations. Naked situations. He was just deciding that he absolutely wanted to get inside her panties.. assuming she actually wore any, when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Hey um...Mr.Walker! Can I ask for a favor?"
Turning, he saw her hurrying towards him. Wishes don’t come true, he remembered. Then he saw the way her breasts jiggled heavily under her T-shirt as she hurried to catch up with him.

He tried to read her expression and saw a kind of grudging need in her eyes. If she could have avoided speaking to him, she would have. Red head; fiery nature, maybe? A nice red bush too, probably. Unless she shaved.

He saw her wet hair, her tits, the veiled hostility. The way her little shorts were snugged up tight between her thighs. Way up tight against her pussy. His hands deep in his pockets just naturally moved towards his balls and started fiddling.

The great thing about sunglasses was the way they concealed where he was looking. Awesome fucking tits, he thought, and he smiled, suddenly very interested in what she had to say.

“Juicy Lucy. I was just thinking about you,” he said. “What kind of favour?”
As he idly fiddled with his cock and balls, he wondered if he should adopt a new favourite saying. Maybe wishes did sometimes come true after all.

 

[AnnieD]

I didn't want to talk to my land lord, believe me. The occasion where I would, would be if Amanda and I had to deal with something we couldn't just fix ourselves, such as a broken pipe, or a rat problem, etc. Amanda didn't have as much of a problem with me as I did, but she didn't seem to suffer from the nicknames or the attention that I received from him.

Anyway, I think it goes without saying at this point that I thought he was a slime ball; the way that he'd sometimes look at my room-mate and I. But decent places were hard to come by in this city and we paid, on average, about two hundred dollars less than most of my fellow students did in the area. Of course, I thought that he probably did that to attract college girls like us.

But anyways...

“Juicy Lucy. I was just thinking about you,” he said, almost causing me to wince in disgust. I didn't even want to know what this guy was thinking. But I needed to be brave and just...ignore his weird nickname for me. “What kind of favour?”

"Well..." I said, trying to seem as jolly and nice as I possibly could. "I seem to have locked myself out of my place but I need to get back in. I don't suppose you have a spare key or something?"

 

[adamzapple]

“A key or something, huh?” Walker said.

He looked thoughtfully at the very attractive young woman before him. He could see how much it pained her to have to speak to him. How much she loathed having to ask him for help.

He chewed his inner cheek, took another good look at her impressive chest, letting the moment drag out as the traffic passed in the sunshine on the street behind them.

Then he nodded without speaking, motioned with his head for her to follow him across the apartment building car park towards the entrance.

Pushing open the door he stood holding it, waiting for her to step inside, obliging her to have to duck under his arm, knowing how much she’d hate having to pass that close to him.

“My rooms are upstairs,” he said, letting the door swing closed behind them, shutting out the street noise, confining them in the small, shabby hallway, “but I guess you know that already, right?”

He’d once fucked another tenant, another hot student, right there on the stairs behind her. Images of that encounter flashed through his mind as he looked at Lucy.

There was less light in the hallway but he could see how she was still trying hard not to reveal how distasteful this all was to her.

Walker put a foot on the bottom stair then hesitated. Smiling, he stepped back and took off his sunglasses. “Hey, where are my manners, right?” He waved his arm, indicating for Lucy to mount the stairs before him. “I mean, ladies first..”

 

[AnnieD]

“A key or something, huh?” Walker said.

"Yeah you know...if you had a spare for a situation like this..." I replied a bit timidly.

I mean, I didn't really know how this guy would react. On one hand, I've been pretty cold with him (for good reason; the man was a pig) so this would be the perfect payback for him. On the other hand, he could help me out either out of the goodness of his heart, or because I was a young college girl with a body that he couldn't stop looking at. I figured the latter would work to my favor right now...

Thankfully, I was right and wordlessly, he nodded and motioned me to follow him. I considered myself lucky as we went through the parking lot and into the entrance of the building. I was getting real tired of standing outside.

He held the door for me and I wanted to be snarky and say 'what a gentleman' in a sarcastic tone, but I held my tongue. Instead, I begrudgingly ducked under his arm, coming so close to him that he could get a whiff of my peach scented perfume.

“My rooms are upstairs,” he said, the door closing quickly behind us. I glanced at the hallway and could practically feel the dust going all over my face. He continued on, saying, “but I guess you know that already, right?”

I was a bit shocked that he'd bring that incident up. It happened about a week after I had moved in with Amanda, that I came home after a night of studying. I remember hearing the distinct sounds of someone moaning in the god damn hallway. A college girl, not much older than myself, being fucked from behind!

"Oh god sorry! Sorry!" I said, before running upstairs and shutting the door behind me. Amanda went on to tell me that this girl moved out of the building soon after and to just forget about it.

...Even if the guy fucking her was our sleazy land-lord. How the hell did a girl end up in a situation like that?

He took a single step on the stairway, before he looked back and smiled. Taking off his sunglasses, he said: “Hey, where are my manners, right? I mean, ladies first..”

Oh this bastard.

"Oh no no, it's okay. You go on ahead." I said, but he insisted that I'd go first. With damn near a sigh, I went to the stairs first. I swear, I could practically feel his eyes glued to my ass, watching as my plump cheeks jiggled within this tight pair of shorts. I bet he enjoyed the sight of my undercheeks showing right in front of him as these stairs creaked with our every step....

 

[adamzapple]

As Walker followed Lucy Smith upstairs he gazed with admiration and desire at her juicy butt-cheeks as they wiggled temptingly just before him. Now that, he thought, was some ass.

It swayed and twitched with a kind of hypnotic, bewitching rhythm. A spanking ass, he thought; toned, but big and beautiful. Slap her ass and ride the ripples.

“I used to have a cat,” he said, stepping by Lucy as they reached the first floor landing. “Miss Prissy I called her. Seeing you reminds me of her..”

He grinned insolently and again caught the scent of Lucy’s perfume as he put his key into the lock of the scuffed door. “Spare room keys right this way,” he said, leading the way into his own shaded apartment.

Walker liked his apartment, it was comfortable, it was lived in. Bands of sunlight cast by the slats of the venetian blinds lay on the wall opposite the window.

The furniture was solid and masculine, largely old and well used. Hard-used in some cases. There were stroke books on the black leather couch and end table.

“Water bed that way,” he said, indicating his part open bedroom door, and smiling again. “If you’ve never done it on a water bed you don’t know what you’re missing.”

He was having fun, he realised. And this was what he’d sworn to give up? Seeing Lucy on the threshold of his apartment, not quite daring enough to step all the way inside, gave him a really good feeling.

Walker had a desk against the end wall where he kept all the records and paperwork concerning the apartment complex. Above the desk rows of assorted keys shone dimly in the soft light.

“Number six,” he said, “one half of my favourite number ever...” Taking the spare key from the board he turned to Lucy and held it out before her.

“Tell me something, Juicy Lucy,” he said, “what do you actually do for fun? I mean, you study, you go to the gym, but what about fun? Do you ever have any?”

 

[AnnieD]

“I used to have a cat, Miss Prissy I called her. Seeing you reminds me of her..”

I don't get it. Was he trying to rile me up? I mean, if he was, he succeeded as I gave in and replied sarcastically "Oh yes. Miss Prissy is such a great name for a cat." I nearly covered my mouth from my sudden outburst but after looking at his face, he smiled. I think some part of him enjoyed seeing how snappy I was with him.

“Spare room keys right this way,” he later said, snapping me out of my thoughts. He motioned me into his apartment and I walked in, stopping only at what I assumed to be his living room. The room was a bit dark - the shades seemed somewhat closed and only some modest amount of light went inside. The furniture looked a bit aged, so vintage I guess.

He pointed to a half-opened door, before saying: “Water bed that way, If you’ve never done it on a water bed you don’t know what you’re missing.”

"I...I think I'll manage somehow." I said, my words still having that hint of sarcasm, but I toned it down just a tad. Honestly, I was getting a bit timid over how open he was with his...lewdness.

We went over to his desk, where he kept a whole lot of paperwork with keys hung along the wall.

“Number six,” he said, “one half of my favourite number ever...”

I just pretended that I didn't hear that one.

With the key held before me, I tried to reach out and take it, but he paused before handing it over, teasing me with :

“Tell me something, Juicy Lucy, what do you actually do for fun? I mean, you study, you go to the gym, but what about fun? Do you ever have any?”

"I have fun. I have hobbies, like painting." I replied, reaching out for the key. "Why?"

 

[adamzapple]

Walker enjoyed her replies; defensive, cautious, maybe, with a little bit of sarcasm thrown in. Possibly not nearly as confident as she liked to pretend she was. Sometimes he definitely saw doubt in her eyes.

She’d fielded his words, one way or the other, ignored a couple of things. She was hard to figure but definitely aroused his curiosity... and other, more base interests.

With her mane of red hair falling about her shoulders, cute face, killer body, she looked very, very fuckable in the soft half-light.

“Painting,” he repeated, in response to her last words. He raised the key, dangling it from its little silver ring, holding it just out of easy reach. “You paint. Bet that really sets your heart racing. Gets the old adrenalin flowing...”

He could be sarcastic, too. “Yeah, what I meant was, what do you do for fun. What really works for you, Juicy Lucy? What gets you off? What turns you on? Excitement, you know? That kind of fun..”